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This is loosely inspired by BiDomGuy81's story on pastor's daughter There were a large number of Filipinas at the church, varying in age and looks, but the cream of the crop Astrid was married to the pastor. She had just celebrated her 40th birthday and looked after herself. She had beautiful long black hair and I reckoned she must have quite a good figure underneath the many outfits she wore. She invariably wore a different outfit every Sunday, but the hem lines went practically down to the ground and there was never even the hint of cleavage. I had just retired from my landscaping work, getting a bit too old for the regular manual hard work involved. At least many of the Filipinas in the church seemed attracted to older men. I, however, ignored any advances any of them made. Well at least, until one Sunday when the pastor's wife was trying on a kimono after the service. She'd put it over her nice blue outfit she was wearing and asked me my opinion opening up it seemed to me rather seductively. I concurred it looked good on her, but didn't feel comfortable, wondering whether she was in any way flirting with me, albeit subconsciously. Anyway, the next week the pastor asked for help with some major work on their back garden. As a landscape expert, I offered my services and was able to give them a hand once or twice a week. I reckoned it would take a couple of months to complete the work with some hard labour involved. When I turned up the next day, I spent the time marking out the beds and borders and working out where things could be planted and built up. As I was measuring out and roping areas off, Astrid came by with a welcome cup of tea and what was also welcome was her much less formal attire. She wore a tight-fitting blue shirt with her top button undone, I could get a good idea of the small but firm tits hiding beneath. A couple of days later, she was wearing the same attire, but with one alluring difference, she had two buttons undone. As she put the coffee mug down for me, I got the faintest sight of cleavage and a lacy bra. This was water to a parched man for my imagination. I jokingly refered to the way she always had different clothes on Sunday and she smiled and laughed back, that she did indeed have a whole room dedicated to her clothes. When I popped round the following week, Astrid confessed her husband Geoff was away at a conference for a couple of days. She was jovial and chatty, but in no way flirty or suggestive, she was the true hostess. She wore her blue shirt buttoned up to my disappointment. But as I was pulling up the many weeds and hacking away poorly stunted shrubs, the weather turned noticeably hotter as the clouds dispersed allowing the sun to beam down upon us. She commented she was too hot in the outfit she was wearing and went inside to her clothes room to find something better to wear. When she came out I was stunned, she was wearing a loose fitting summer dress, that displayed her lovely figure to good effect, moreover this dress had quite a plunging v-shaped front. I complemented her on the look and even slightly flirted myself suggesting she was still hot in the outfit. She responded well to my appreciation, even saying how long it had been since she'd had such appreciation. She joined in some of the weeding, this is where I got the second blessing of the day, for as she bent down to pull up the weeds, I got quite an eyeful of her assets. I could see straight down her top and admire her beige bra and matching knickers. She wasn't well-endowed, but I could see most of her tits in their glory, this was quite a turn-on for me. Two days later, the temperature remained high and not just the weather. At first she wore her usual blue shirt top and brought me drinks on demand. She went in to get into something cooler. I was working hard on some tough bit of concrete to remove it, when I heard her call out to me to come in to see her new outfit. Astrid stood at the doorway with the sun blazing through the window. This had an “unfortunate” effect on her new dress, because it was very sheer and you could see right through it to her sexy underwear underneath. I stated that it wasn't cool, but very hot and explained why. Surprisingly, she giggled and stated she'd put on her summer dress instead. She seemed very brazen that day and I was leaving to return to my work, she happily pulled off her sheer dress and I could see her at the corner of my eye in a state of undress I would never have imagined I'd ever see so much of her. I could have sweared I even saw her removing her bra as I turned the corner back into the garden with her door still wide open. A few minutes later, she came outside to help out. She was in her cool summer dress, her olive skin needed no sun tan to improve her looks. We chatted as I worked on improving the ground. Astrid spotted a couple of dandelions that needed pulling out, she bent down to uproot them. This was truly a sight for sore eyes: not only did I have a view down to her skimpy blue knickers, but saw a golden necklace with cross attached dangling between her fine slightly pendulous breasts as she was bending down. But the crowning joy was seeing her tits swing freely, unfettered by any restraining bra and topped with some gorgeous areola and pointed nipples. I would have never imagined to have seen her charms in my life. The memory of this sight keep me happy at night for the next few days. Unfortunately, there was no repetition of this when I visited to continue the work. Astrid returned to being prim and proper over the next couple of weeks, the memory of her delights left only to my imagination. I was half way through the work and had begun on some of the heavy work, moving soil and rocks around in wheelbarrows. The weather had got even hotter and I was working with my shirt removed not to soak my shirt with the sweat I was exuding. Astrid came out, asking how I was and told me her husband had just left for a retreat for a long weekend. She hoped I could stay and try to complete the work I started so that on his return the garden would be almost ready for him. She seemed to take note of my torso, glistening with sweat and exposed to the elements. Not bad for someone old enough to be her father. Sadly, she popped back in with no evidence of a return to the teasing she had done earlier the previous month. She cried out to me a bit later asking whether I wanted a coffee. I replied I wanted something cool in this hot weather. She told me there was a drinks cabinet and for me to help myself to whatever took my fancy. She asked if I could make her a drink too and bring it in to her clothes room. When I popped in the room, I saw her wearing the kimono that she had so proudly displayed just a couple of months before. She took her glass and took a considerable swig from it. Then she asked how she looked. I complemented her on the kimono. She took another large gulp of her strong drink. “Yeah, but how do I look?” she enquired. With that she opened up her kimono in a slow teasing manner and revealed that underneath, she was only wearing a pair of black knickers, complementing her olive skin. I stared at her otherwise naked body, with her beautifully formed but small tits and marvelled before confirming how great she looked. She replied “It seems to me that it's only fair if you are topless, so I should be!” I found her comment a surprising but refreshing statement allowing me to fully appreciate her near nakedness, How far would she go, I wondered. She let her kimono fall from her shoulders and drop onto the bed. She was now almost naked standing before me. Oh, my but she was sexy. I couldn't believe I was in this situation before her. “There we are, dressed the same!” she claimed. “But I'm wearing shorts”, I exclaimed. “Well we shall have to remedy that then.” With a energetic tug she had pulled my shorts down and I too was down to just my underpants. But in this state, she could clearly see the outline of my now growing penis. “Hrrrm, something needs dealing with”, she said as she started to pull even my underpants down. I was frightened she would be put off by my grey pubes, reminding her how much older I was, but she seemed engrossed in my cock and grabbed it with both her hands, wanking it to full mast. “Hmm, nice cock, much bigger than Geoff's, I think I need to give it some good lubrication!” At that she placed her beautiful lips around my manhood and started to moisten it with her sensual sucking. My cock was now very wet and standing fully erect. “Mmm, I think I need some attention now.” She removed her knickers slowly to reveal the beautiful black mound that matched her ebony locks.“ She say on the bed, opened her legs and ordered me to lick it. As I licked her pussy, I felt her labia starting to open before my tongue. At the same time, my hands started to trace rings around her areolae and then worked their way towards her hardening nipples. As I lifted my head up, I saw her labia fully apart, she was obviously ready to be mounted. “Mmm, I want it in me, let me feel your hard cock deep inside me,” she pleaded. I was truly expecting her to whip out a condom, but no it was obvious she wanted it raw. Yes, but she was obviously on the pill. I placed my engorged cock against her fully opened labia and began to push my way inside her. My lust for her had truly overtaken the amazement of now fucking the pastor's sexy wife raw. I pushed in hard and although she was very wet and obviously eager and willing to let me in, it was still a tight fit. But all I wanted to do now was to fuck her hard. I pulled out most of the way and then buried my cock deep inside her again. Again and again I used my dick as a piledriver. Astrid responded with growing moans. I started exploring her body with my hands as I fucked her. First her sexy hips and belly and then up to her firm breasts, which I played with and then gently over her sensuous lips, contrasting with my hammering I was giving her. She started moaning loader and then shuddering as an orgasm built up inside her. As I rode her hard I could see, my cock was now coated with a white film. This triggered me and I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. “I'm going to come, do you want me to pull out?” I enquired. “No way I don't want to lose even a drop of your seed.” With that she wrapped her legs around me, preventing me from pulling out and frankly the close bodily contact, just aroused me more as I shot my load deep into her. I could feel her vagina and cervix contract and clamp firmly onto my penis as she drew my semen deep within. Throughout the rest of the weekend, I worked hard on finishing the garden and worked hard on Astrid. We were at it like rabbits day and night. I was wrecked after a couple of days. I left her with a completed new garden, and unknown to me, with another present. A month later, she asked to speak with me privately. I presumed it was about our time together and that she was going to express her deep guilt over the incident. But no, instead to my horror, she admitted she was pregnant and that it had been planned all along between them. She told me Geoff was unable to father children and my age and looks were not that different to his. I enquired why she didn't approach me to offer a semen sample to father a child by artificial insemination. She confessed the reason Geoff wasn't giving her a child was that he hadn't fucked her for years, he was a closet gay. Since that was the case, she would rather “enjoy” the experience with me and had planned all the time my slow seduction. “You've got to admit we had a great time” “We'll claim Geoff is the father so no worries for you. In a couple of years time, the new baby is going to need a brother or sister, so I'm expecting a repeat performance then!” I was left pondering over the matter. The news I'd been used and that Geoff knew all about it. The offer of more from Astrid in the future, But finally that Geoff like me was gay.
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This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.- 28 replies
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Hi all--Im a 26 year old extremely masc, bearded FTM in the sf bay area. work out very regularly, have had top surgery but no bottom surgery. I am a total bottom and very submissive. I have a maaaajor pregnancy risk kink and I'm looking for any and all loads I can get. I'm fertile and so the risk is real, but it would be no risk for you since you can stay anonymous if you want. I'm not in SF proper but I can travel (or host in my part of the bay). Only looking for tops at the moment but I'm open otherwise to any age/ethnicity/physical appearance. Also love being tag teamed/group fun. Have hosted several "pussy parties" before too--some guys who are curious about trying pussy, me naked on a bed or table with a blindfold on and earplugs in, and anyone can use my pussy as much or as little as they want to find out if they like it. I can get into some very rough shit but I'm also down for just regular hooking up too! Only strict requirement is no condoms ever. I've never had one inside me and I never want to.
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She Knows I have a fairly hyperactive immune system… I have autoimmune issues, which are a common complication of Klinefelter’s Syndrome (47, XXY). But on the plus side, I don’t get colds, like ever. And even with all the guys that have dumped their bare loads in my tight pussy, I’ve never gotten an STI - at least not that I know of. And that’s good… because there have been at least 3 times (that I know of) that I’ve had a poz load shot into my tight hole. All 3 times, the guy wouldn’t say anything (and I *never* ask first as a rule - I need that risk), until they’re about to unload in me… then they will say something like “here comes my poz load you fat slut”… or “does my poz seed feel good in your pussy, whore?” One time, this hot guy was just fucking me soooo hard… I was being used… if people we’re watching they might think I was being raped (and believe me, I know what rape is… but that’s another story). The way this guy slammed into me, forcing himself so deep into my bare cunt, with so much force, brought back memories of how I was used by my uncle and dad growing up. His buddy was roughly fucking my throat, and he’s holding my wide hips as he just keeps pounding me as hard as he can. His buddy keeps forcing poppers on me, and I’m just in heaven - floating on a cloud of debauched pleasure. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the booth door. The guy in my mouth throws open the booth door without missing a beat, and a guy outside grabs it, and shoved something under the door to keep it open. Now there are 4 or 5 guys in the hall jerking off as they watch me get spit roasted hard by these two guys. The guy in my mouth grabs the chain that’s clamped to my fat tits and pulls… HARD. My nipples are already sore from not pumping my milk before I got here. I try to scream around his big cock, but can’t even get any air. The pain in my tits runs right down my spine. It’s intense and exquisite (my body was taught from an early age to view pain as pleasure). I struggle for air; this moment seems to go on forever, the lack of oxygen intensifying my pain and pleasure. Just then, he grunts and starts unloading, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat and filling my belly with his hot seed. He says to his friend as he pumps down my throat… “FUCK yeah this dumb slut can suck cock… you ready to knock up the fat slut?” The guy in my pussy says, “Oh FUCK yesssss… I’m gonna make this stupid fat cumslut pregnant!” His animalistic grunts are followed by his hard cock starting to twitch in my cunt. His friend pushes me back hard against him to make sure I can’t get away. Suddenly, he says, “You want my POZ load, don’t you, you dumb fucking white trash whore?!” I’m high from the poppers and lack of air, and his friend is forcing me back against him… I couldn’t speak if I wanted to… his friend’s cock still hard in my throat even after he came.. The guys in the hall are stroking furiously, cheering him on. “Fuck yeah knock that slut up”; “rape that fat cunt”; “give the slut what she wants”. One guy stays out in the hall, looking around them back in as he strokes. The other two come into the booth and get on either side of me… I feel the guy in my pussy tense up. His friend puts his hand on my throat and squeezes, and says, “Show everyone what a fucking filthy slut you are, you stupid fat cow…” I look in the hall quickly and see two more guys jerking off and recording with their phones… I just push my hips back hard and squeeze my pussy muscles to try to milk the cock in me while I stare blankly into the cameras…any judgment I once had long ago replaced by the depths of depravity I’m being forced towards. His friend notices me pushing back and says, “Look at this bitch beg for poz seed! What a nasty fucking slut!” I feel him suddenly tense again and I push back one more time; I feel the first rope of his (potentially) dirty seed splash my cunt wall.. just then, his friend yanks the clamps from my fat udders… my eyes roll back and tears streak down my face… the two guys on either side of me from the hallway add to my tears, spraying their loads all over my face and trying to hit my swinging milk jugs, which a few shots manage to do… My poz stud spurts rope after rope of his dirty seed into my womb.. I’m crying and covered in strangers’ cum… I’m sooo fucking high I don’t ever want to come down… I take every drop of his seed in my tight pussy… my eyes are blurry from tears… The guy in the hall walks in jerking and recording with his phone… he puts it close to my face and temporarily turns on the flash, blinding me while making sure there’s no doubt who is getting this… my eyes were rolling and must have been bloodshot because he says, “Look how high this bitch is!” I can’t even speak because the guy’s friend has one hand on my neck now and one over my mouth and nose. He allows my nose to open momentarily, and as I try to suck air in, they both hold a bottle of poppers to each nostril. My attempt to inhale oxygen just pushes me higher and higher as the poppers flood my big Italian nose. I feel the pressure in my fat tits release as they start spraying milk on the floor of the booth… the last guy hands his phone to one of the other guys to keep recording, and slips behind me… as the guy who just dumped his poz seed in me pulls out, this guy slams his big dick right in my wet pussy… This triggers a huge orgasm from me. My girlcock shoots my cum all over the floor… I try to lower myself down to the floor, but the two other guys in front hold me so I can’t move… the guy inside me says he’s gonna cum in my freshly pozzed cunt… The realization that I’m being raped by these five guys pushes me down to the depths of decadence that I seek out, and I cum again… my eyes roll, and I’m force fed another big Italian nose full of poppers… they push me back against him as I spray the floor again with cum and milk. My mind goes blank. My eyes glass over. This is the feeling I seek out over and over. When strangers have the guts to force a mindbreak… I will do anything… I’m floating; time slows to a standstill; I can barely hear the guy in the booth who’s recording me now narrating, something like… “she’s about to get her last poz load!” I’m stunned by the realization that they’re all together… I took a poz load down my throat, one in my cunt, and got two sprayed all over my face and tits. The last guy finally unloads, pumping his load even deeper inside me as I’m held there, forced by this poz rape gang… his words swirl around in my mind… I AM a dumb fat white trash cumslut… I AM a stupid whore… and now, I’m a poz rape slut. And I want more. I need more. My neck is squeezed, my mouth is covered, my nostrils are pinched closed… a final, airless orgasm wracks my abused body, destroying me. They all let go of me as I slump onto the floor of the filthy booth… down into my own puddles of cum and milk. I pass out. I am finally shook awake. As my eyes focus, I can feel a tight pussy wrapped around my girlcock, and someone bouncing on me as I lie on my back on the floor of the booth. My eyes finally focus enough to see that the cute young girl from the front counter - who’s young enough to be my daughter easily - is bouncing on me, her sweet little tits jiggling as she does. I watch her alternate between her cigarette and the leftover bottles of poppers strewn across the dirty floor of the booth. The booth smells of cum and sweat and piss… and so do I. After I passed out they must have pissed on me… further degrading me. I’m sure they laughed at me as they all recorded me getting drenched with their golden streams. The girl leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m sooo fucking high right now…” as her little body bounces on top of me. She moves down to my tits and starts to suck on them; when my milk squirts into her mouth, she moans and starts to bounce faster, impaling herself on my big thick girlcock. It suddenly occurs to me that when the booth doors are open, the security cameras in the hallways can see in. She saw the whole thing. She watched as 5 men raped me into unconscious bliss. And now her tiny pussy is trying to milk the last of my cum from my balls. The thought of this young girl watching the whole time pushes me close; I reach up and grab her little tits. I take a puffy nipple in each hand, realizing how young they make her look. I yank them down as hard as I can, impaling her on me. I feel the momentary resistance of her cervix as I push through… And I erupt… I force myself up, pushing as far into this little slut’s cervix as I can, and I fill her womb with every last drop of cum I have left. My tits explode and she leans down and nurses from them as I breed her. She starts to shake as her orgasm takes over. She screams, “YESSS KNOCK ME UP!” as her body convulses on top of me. As the wave passes, she collapses on top of me. Eventually, she picks her head up and whispers in my ear, “I’m not on birth control…” I whisper back, “they pozzed me.” She looks into my eyes and smiles. She knows.
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The day had begun with me running to my boyfriend’s house crying. My dad had spent the morning yelling at me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. As I ran off he yelled after me saying, “don’t think about coming back tonight if you leave now.” I had just graduated but since my GPA was so low, I couldn’t get any school except the local community college to accept me. My boyfriend, thankfully for me, was in the same boat. We had been together for almost two and a half years and just a year ago, during our first prom, he took my virginity. I remembered the full length of him sliding into me gracelessly and the pain that that initial thrust brought with it as he broke my hymen. Thankfully I was clearheaded enough to have him wear a condom and within five minutes he was moaning, “I’m cumming, babe!” in my ear as he filled the sheath protecting my fertile womb. We had had sex many times since then, only getting better each time, and each time I had secretly craved for him to take the condom off and fill his skin against the walls of my pussy. I wanted to feel his seed as it blasted from his cock and breached my cervix. However, I always seemed sane enough to understand just how bad of an idea that would have been. Today was different, though; I didn’t feel in control of myself. I was hurt by the way my dad had been yelling at me and I needed Paul. I didn’t care if we fucked or not, I just needed him in any way he could provide. He lived just up the road from where I lived so I was able to get there in less than five minutes. I rang his doorbell and when he answered I practically fell on his shoulder as I started to weep. He took me inside and I told him everything that happened. His parents were gone for the weekend but I still felt more comfortable talking on his bed. He didn’t complain since he knew that that usually lead to us having sex. Eventually Paul was able to calm me down by holding me and planting small kisses on my neck. In no time I stopped feeling sad and started to feel a warm feeling coming from my pussy. I bent my neck to the side more and he correctly took that as a sign to go further. He began to suck on my neck and he sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I let out a moan and I could feel him smile against my neck. His hands slid down my breast, brushing against my sensitive nipples until his fingers burrowed beneath my pants, and then my underwear and landed on my clit. He began to circle it with his thumb, driving me wild, right before he went even lower and felt how wet I already was. “Someone’s already excited.” He said playfully. I pushed back a little and felt his throbbing cock pulsing against his jeans. “Oh yeah, baby. You’re hard too.” I moaned. I already wanted him inside me. I unbuttoned my pants, allowing him to take his hand deeper. He took the hint and slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet and moaning as he began to explore my vagina with first one finger and then another. He brought his fingers up and started to hit my G-Spot with a come-hither movement. I nearly screamed until I remembered that his parents were gone for the weekend… then I did scream. The ecstasy as he continued to rub me was so intense, I almost couldn’t take it and almost told him to stop. My hormones were rushing though and I just wanted more and never wanted him to stop until he suddenly pulled his fingers out. “How about we make love, babe?” He didn’t ask if I wanted to have sex or to fuck, but to “make love.” I had never understood that phrase until now. I didn’t need him to fuck me right now, I needed him to make love to me, to show me how much he cared for me. And I would want to do the same for him. “Yes, please!” I moaned, still in ecstasy from having his fingers inside me a few second prior. He laid me down on the bed and went to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. He walked on his knees on the bed over to me and sat on his haunches as he ripped the condom wrapper open. I watched him as he took the thin latex out of its packaging and went to place it on the tip of his cock. “Stop.” I said. He froze and looked up at me. “What?” he asked. I thought for a second, making sure this was what I really wanted. “Don’t.” “You don’t want to-“ I knew he was going to ask if I didn’t want to have sex anymore so I cut him off. “Don’t put it on.” “But wouldn’t-“ “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to REALLY make love to me, Paul.” He didn’t say anything and I’m glad he didn’t since I may have lost my nerves. He just slowly made his way in between my spread legs and laid on top of me. He was muscly but thankfully not hefty, so his weight on my own was more of turn on than an incumbrance. He kissed me slowly, passionately, fully taking on the roll of lover rather than just boyfriend. I felt his naked sex against my flat stomach, probably right over my uterus, where his sperm would be going soon. “I love you, babe,” he said, pulling back from our kiss and looking me in the eye. “I love you too.” He lined up his cock with the opening to my pussy and the moment I felt his precum slick head touch the lips of my vagina I quivered with anticipation. He did too. We both took a deep breath and looked each other in the eyes while he slowly began to enter me. The feel of his cock skin on my insides felt incredible as it moved within me, sliding past my g-spot and bottoming out at my cervix. He stayed still for a moment, reveling in the pleasure of my passage. “Fuck, you feel so good like this, babe!” he moaned. He was usually pretty quiet during sex so it was a turn on to hear him moan this early. I caused that. My pussy caused him to moan like that. I used hate when he would smash my cervix with a condom on, but now it felt so fucking hot knowing that he was pressed right up against my womb. In that moment I began to wonder if I was going to let him cum in me… deep in me. My period had just ended a week ago so I was probably fertile right now, so I know that I shouldn’t. But now that I’m feeling him probably already leaking his precum into uterus, I want him to fill me more. “You’re hitting my cervix, baby!” “Really?” He asked with a sly grin. “Yeah. Your cock is so deep in my pussy right now.” “Yeah? You like that cock deep in your pussy?” Paul asked in a breathless voice. “Mmhmm. I want you to pound my pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum deep inside me.” “Did you start the pill?” He asked. I felt him slow his thrust as if whether he was going to pull out or not hung on what I was going to say next. So I said the only thing I could think of. “Do you care right now?” He smirked at that. I smirked right back. “You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you?” “Maybe.” I said. “Do you… want to put a baby in me?” I asked, hesitantly. He looked down in between us and stared at my flat belly for a few moments before looking back up at me. He didn’t say anything at first, he just shoved his cock all the way back inside me. I let out a moan of surprise as his cock’s head first slammed and then rested against my cervix. “I do,” he said before leaning in and kissing me. As we made out he began to saw his penis in and out of my vagina. The feeling was intense. He felt bigger than normal and he was moaning more than I had ever heard him moan. I loved that my bare pussy was giving him so much pleasure. “Oh fuck!” he nearly screamed, “I think I’m already going to cum, babe!” “Fucking do it! Cum in me, baby! Cum deep in my fertile pussy!” I moaned as he smashed against my cervix, over and over. “Oh Fuck! I’m cuummmmiiing!” he screamed as he slammed against my cervix, nearly breaching it with his huge cock head and began to spasm as he pumped what felt like a gallon of his sperm deep into my fertile womb. He pumped so much cum inside of me that it began to leak out and ran across my asshole. He stayed still with his hard, throbbing cock deep within me. After a few more seconds he collapsed on top of me, twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Holy shit!” He huffed. “That felt so fucking good!” He looked down at me. “Did you-?” “Not yet,” I said, meaning that I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. I didn’t every time Paul and I had sex, but he liked it when he could tell I did though. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that. Tonight’s a special night after all, right?” He said, looking down at my flat belly. He placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. I could tell that he was trying to imagine one of his sperm finding one of my eggs and beginning a new life. I could tell that he was picturing my belly growing large with his spawn. I could tell, oddly enough, that he was hoping for it. Most guys I knew dreaded hearing that he got a girl pregnant. Paul didn’t though. I’m not sure if the idea of impregnating me got him excited or horny, but I could tell that that it made him proud; proud that he could do such a thing and that we could do it together. “Yes, it is a special night,” I said as I placed a hand over his hand that was on my belly. I leaned up and kissed him. That night, he came in me two more times and by the morning my thighs were covered with dry cum that had leaked out of me while we slept. I had my first orgasm as he getting close to cumming in me the second time and I had two throughout the third time we made love that night. I slipped away into his shower, thinking I was being extremely quiet, when I heard the shower curtain pull open and Paul stepped in. We made love again in the shower and, again, he came deep in me. Again, as we basked in the afterglow, this time with a cascade of water flowing over us from the shower, Paul rubbed my flat belly and I felt him shove his cock as deep as he could. “I want to make sure that it takes.” He huffed in my ear. I felt his cock give a sudden pulse against my cervix. “If it hasn’t by now, it’d be a miracle.” After we actually got cleaned off, I told him that I wanted to get some things from my house and that I’d be back later tonight. He was fine with that since he said that he had to go out and get something too. I left and returned home to find my dad asleep on the couch. He looked as if he had been up all night. I woke him up and he told me that he had been up all night worrying about me. He was upset about what he had said and apologized. Since my mom had died a few years back, I was all he had and, even though he was hard on me, I could tell that he was terrified of losing me. I told him that I forgave him and that he could never lose me but that I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with Paul. He said that that was fine since he knew where I’d be. I went to my room and got a change of clothes and thought about the possible life that could be growing inside me as I sat on my bed. I put my hand down the front of my shorts and felt the inside of my vagina. There was still so much cum in there and fuck was I still horny. I HAD to be ovulating. That night, after we have made love again, Paul proposed to me. Turns out that the errand that he went to go do earlier was to go pick up a ring. I teared up as I said yes. The next morning we went to go tell my dad. Even though he was a bit abrasive at first, he was fine with it eventually. And it’s good that he was since, as we had suspected (planned?), a few weeks later, I noticed that my period hadn’t came yet. I thought I miscounted so I waited a few more days before I decided to go buy a test. After I took it that night, of course it came back positive. Paul was so happy that he fucked me against the table and pumped a load into my, now, fruitful pussy. Even though it would have been impossible to tell which load had the lucky winner that did the trick, I’ve always hoped that it was that first time he ever came inside me. Today, Paul’s actually doing extremely well managing a local store that’s looking to expand and my dad is having the time of his life being a grandpa. I think I’m ovulating though, since I’m really horny. We went back to condoms after Ben was born, but since he’s older and we’re a lot more financially stable now, I think tonight’s the night that I’m going to feel him cum in me again. It’s been far too long.
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Those of you who have read my other stories have already met my girlfriend Alex, and our friend Tish, in the long series of stories where 'shenanigans ensue'. You already know that Alex is as delightful a little slut as ever walked the green hills of British Columbia, and you know Tish is a sexy little lesbian butterball with a penchant for strap-ons and fisting, and a brand new sideline in playing with penises. The story of how Alex and I hooked up with Tish in the first place, at a music festival, is not done yet. I will be returning to it eventually to finish up the weekend, but things didn't end there. The three of us continued to meet up at festivals for several years, when Alex met a guy and stopped having extracurricular sex, Tish kind of drifted away because cock by itself isn't really her Forte. Unfortunate. Tish moved into the interior of BC a few years back, but I still run into her at festivals often, and we frequently hang out (in a platonic way) when we do meet. I can't wait to see her face when I see her next with Alex back on my arm... Like most of us, she didn't think much of the guy she married (neither does Alex, now that she realizes what a shithead he was), so I expect she will be thrilled. Anyway, this story happened about 8 years ago in June, at a small music festival way up in Northern Alberta. It was a very underground event, advertised by word of mouth, Jeff Daniels (not his real name) was going to go up and play a set there. Jeff is the same guy that played the amazing pirate set the first day Alex and I met, and so when we heard he was going to do another experimental set we decided to make the trek all the way to Slave Lake Ab with him. We invited Tish, as well, and she not only bought in to the idea, she arranged to borrow the Batcave RV from some friends as well. So there we were, rolling on a 12 hour road trip into the Northern Alberta Bush. The destination was a homestead farm run by some hippies, to party on the longest day of the year. We had a huge luxury RV, a world class music producer and his girlfriend , 2 gorgeous and slutty women, and your humble narrator. Jeff commented later that it was like being a deer in the headlights most of the way up. Not because they were constantly raping them (he's attached, and they are both very respectful, if slutty, girls), but rather because the two of them are just so intensely sensual all the time. This road trip happened right at the peak of the relationship between Tish, Alex and I, during that time where you simply cannot keep your hands (and cock, and cunt, and mouth, and fingers....) off of the other(s). He commented later that the entire trip consisted of he and his girlfriend getting more and more turned on by the three of us, ducking away to fuck like bunnies, and starting the cycle over. To this day, when they want to talk dirty, they talk about that trip. That's the kind of thing that gives a guy like me a warm feeling of accomplishment, I have to tell you. Tish and I were the only ones with any experience driving such a large vehicle, so we took turns driving, and made the trip in a single 12 hour push. We left at 5am thursday morning, and rolled in to the town of Slave Lake early thursday evening. I found a spot to park beside the supermarket and headed into the back for a nap. I dropped down beside the tangled naked pile of limbs and hair which were Tish and Alex, (both snoring like freight trains). I downed a big glass of GHB and cranberry juice and was fast asleep within 15 minutes. When I woke up, around four hours later, I was alone in the bedroom, and we were rolling. Alex poked her head in the door, saw me awake, and jumped me. We rolled onto the site while Alex fucked the shit out of me in the back of the RV... I could get used to this kind of road trip. By 10pm we were parked on the site and ready to rock. We set up the awning, arranged the chairs, got the hookah out and sat around and chatted. Both girls were, I could tell, waiting for a chance to talk to me privately. And sure enough, when Jeff and Sandy went off to check out the stage and the sound systems, they both cuddled up with their best 'good little girl' expressions on their faces and announced they had a special request. Alex gripped Tish a little roughly by the hair, and shook her and said 'Daddy, this little slut here is too chicken to say anything to you herself, so I am going to do it for her', She pauses, and twists Tish's short hair painfully, 'She wants to see of we can find two more boys for her this weekend. Because apparently the dirty little whore isn't getting enough cock yet!' Tish is blushing furiously, but her nipples are also rock hard through the soft jersey of her sundress, and her eyes are bright with lust. I grin at her. 'You might be the least gay lesbian I have ever met, Letitia! But since you've mostly been a good girl, I think we can probably find you some more toys to play with.' I pause, 'But only on one condition!' Tish looks up at me, 'What condition?' 'When we fill up all three of your dirty holes with big hard cocks, I get that pretty pussy. I want to watch your face when you get filled up for the first time.' I didn't think she could blush harder, but the red floods all the way down her chest and she mumbles 'I was going to ask for the same thing... I want to look into your eyes when I do it!' All three of us giggle, Tish gets a very hard spank on the ass, I start water boiling for a quick sponge bath for all of us, and we begin to get ready for the evening. I wonder idly what the night will bring, since it's rarely dull around Alex.
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I had gotten really good at posting on Craigslist when it was still up. I posed as a married guy who had never been with anyone except my wife and I was looking for a young princess who also had only been with one guy and wanted to see what it was like to be with another man. Myself at 6'1 tall and lean muscled body and a big dick I would get lots of replies. I could not hit up all the young ones right away but would circle back after deleting all the Bull Shit responses. There were ten really great response, six from white girls, three Latin girls and one Asian. For what I had planned this week I had a hard time picking between one innocent white girl and the little Asian who would have made a great little cunt to use. I began talking to both and made my decision based on their partners schedules. I would work that little Asian girl over later since her boyfriend was in town and she could not be gone for more than a few hours without him knowing she was up to something. Now Molly, the white girl husband was going to be gone on a hunting trip in the mountains and would gone for five days starting on Thursday. Bingo, that as perfect! We decided to meet on Thursday for a drink at a bar about 40 minutes from where she lived, it was more than an hour from where I live and it was close to a hotel I have stayed at that has these little remote cabins that are not attached to each other and would be perfect for what I had planned. We time to get to know each other for about a week each day when her hubby went to work. I found out she was was not on BC, she said we had to use protection. I asked her when her last period was for two reasons, I wanted to make sure our timing was right and I also wanted to track her general ovulation cycle to see if she would be ovulating while we were together and that is why the condom. It could be she just wanted to be safe so I wanted to find out. Based on her last period it was my first suspision, she was indeed going to be ovulating over that week. I convinced her to not make any plans in case we hit it off we could play around a few times while he was away. She told me a lot about him, they had been trying to have a baby but it had no worked and she still hoped to have one. She loved sex and wanted to know what it would be like to take a bigger dick than her husbands. He was 7" but on the thin side. She complimented me on my thick 8.5 inches and admitted she never even sucked another guys dick. She also admitted she loved being eaten out but her hubby doesn't often do that for her. I know she was going to be fun, Wednesday I had her set out what she was going to wear on Thursday, I told her I wanted to think about how hot she was and what she would look like walking in the bar. I had other reasons for having her do that as I had set up another Craigslist ad for a gang bang. Little while girl needs lots of cock and cum was the headline. I received over 100 responses. It is always the case even though I specified what I was looking for everyone wanted to toss their hat in the ring and take a go. For the first and second night I was very choosy. I immediately deleted 30 of them as old, fat and creepy. I had some young college guys, blue color types, Latins, BBC's and two Middle Eastern Types. They continued to come in and I saved the best ones. I found out who was free this Thursday thru Monday evening and shared a few more pictures of our price almost virgin we were going to breed. Gave them the hotel info and got their numbers to text in a group about our beauty. There were 23 who said they were available Thursday. Molly and I mad plans to meet at 1 in the afternoon on Thursday, just hours after her hubby left. I had taken Thursday, Friday and Monday off. I made to the bar at 12:30 and already had a drink waiting. I order one for her as she told me she loves the drink Sex on the Beach. I had some G with me and T back in the hotel room and knew we were going to have a great time. I told her to text me when she parked and she did. It was 12:55 and I took the vile out and put some G in her drink and put it away. A few minutes later, in walks Molly in some killer fuck me pumps, tiny mini skirt and tube top. She was fucking hot, I started to bone as she walked toward me. She was hotter than I had imagined, I text everyone "do not text me back but our little slut is here and I will have her ready in an hour."- 11 replies
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